My Computer Lover / Người Tình Điện Toán

The window of your house’s glowing with light

Onto the vast world, it brightly shines

Hundreds of forests of poetry waiting to be read 

Thousands of mountains of literature inviting one’s eyes

Day and night, over the keyboard, fingers dance in light strokes

Dawn to evening, flood of emails demand to be viewed

The computer heart’s never old but always young and fresh

With wide-open gardens in its chest to welcome me.

Translated by Vương Thanh, 2019